#tis bootiful

I love you so much it clogs my laundromat/ I love you so much it stirs my soup in the pot/ You want me to be your saviour, your tiny dancer, your world creator./ I want to be your vacuum cleaner, your coffee table, your electric stove./ Our secret meetings in the garden grove./ You owe me an explanation/ As to why I weep with desperation/ When you don't talk to me/ When all I get is "non" or "oui"/ I want you to flaunt me through the street/ I want you to be the star to my fleet. -Vénus